Georgy Porgy, far from shy,
Kissed the girls, I don’t know why.
Such a thing, for me and you,
Seems a funny thing to do.
And Nurseryland was in a whirl,
For Georgy Porgy was a girl
Categories:
georgy, nursery rhyme,
Form: Rhyme
Just read about the passing of 39th Battalion Militia Australian Infantry WW2 soldier who together stood alone facing the Japanese when they first invaded Papua New Guinea in 1942. “Lest we forget.”
Kokoda Warrior
His breathing was becoming laboured
As his time on earth drew to an end he now favoured
Mates he marched with in those terrible days
Were calling him now to come away
Khaki uniform appears on his withered form
A brown slouch hat cocked to the side a norm
Gone now the old bones to younger ones
No more pain his time here now undone
His mates of Kokoda Track were smiling
Happily he joined them no denying
“Hey Georgy mate you in for a beer”
As they left together mates still so very clear.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Categories:
georgy, remember, war,
Form: Ballad
Georgy ran as Georgy can
Across the hot white shifting sand,
His hot foot shuffle
Caused such a kerfuffle,
Kicking sand up as he ran.
Categories:
georgy, children, funny,
Form: Limerick
Mr. Georgy, Mr Porgy
Both were great friends in the field of apology.
Mr. Georgy frowned if questioned.
Mr. Porgy answered him with suggestion.
Both of them were ignorant in the beginning
But when they started studying they
found life very interesting.
Mr. Porgy learned in a few days
But when Mr. Georgy saw this he started losing his senses.
Mr. Porgy explained that some learn soon
and some learn slow.
Those of which learn slow
understand it thrice the more.
Sometimes lose and sometimes gain
For fantastic results we have to take some pain.
In a few days Mr. Georgy became popular in the city.
Mr. Porgy, Mr. Georgy both understood apology in reality.
One day both of them died out of heart attack narration,
Now they are in the heaven discussing
the happy- active life with attention.
Categories:
georgy, funnylife,
Form: Rhyme